Psalm 47

O clap your hands, all you peoples : and cry aloud to God with shouts of joy.
For the Lord Most High is to be feared : he is a great King over all the earth.
He cast down peoples under us : and the nations beneath our feet.
He chose us a land for our possession : that was the pride of Jacob, whom he loved.
God has gone up with the sound of rejoicing : and the Lord to the blast of the horn.
O sing praises, sing praises to God : O sing praises, sing praises to our King.
For God is the King of all the earth : O praise him in a well-wrought psalm.
God has become the King of the nations : he has taken his seat upon his holy throne.
The princes of the peoples are gathered together : with the people of the God of Abraham.
For the mighty ones of the earth are become the servants of God : and he is greatly exalted.